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Ezekiel : Male : Wyrmling; Of Water Xeroch
Topic Started: Feb 24 2013, 07:15 AM (411 Views)
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Character Number- 1st

Name- Ezekiel Xantarus

Age- 27

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Bisexual

Appearance-

Tall and pale, Ezekiel puts off an intimidating air. He doesn't try, it simply happens to be how he holds himself. He keeps himself with a straight back, his full height of 6'1” always apparent when standing. Atop his longish neck sits an equally longish face. Ezekials cheekbones and high and sharply defined, adding another tone of intimidation to his appearance. His lips are thin and his nose slightly large and almost hawkish. Bright green eyes site beneath dark brows, and he has curly, dark brown hair.

His body is not built with any muscle aside from the general norm and he isn't exactly toned for battle. Rather, his hands are deft for working in small places instead of holding large weaponry, and his eyes hold the power of taking in the more unnoticed details.

Ezekiel isn't one to wear flashy or gaudy clothing, preferring a far simpler selection of pants and shirts. In colder months, he's fond of wearing long scarves, however only if he's going outside. He doesn't wear jewelery as it often is something he thinks will get in the way of his job, however upon stumbling into a strange treasure hunt of sorts, he has come in the possession of a magic amulet. Itmen is its name, an opal like gem dangling from a silver chain that never tarnishes. When its name is spoken, it can glow a bright light for up to an hour. However, its magic can only be called upon once a day.

Personality-

Ezekiel often puts off a cool and intimidating air around, particularly when he's working. As a healer in the outskirts of Lihn in the tent city, he put on a mask of no emotion to better deal with patients – and potentially losing one. Sadly the mask seemed to stay, and when he's around in the infirm and has a job to do, he's straightforward and emotionless in his work. If a patient dies he has learned it cannot be helped and if a patient prospers it is another one he helped save, no more and no less.

He tries incredibly hard not to become attached to the ill, a persistence that has rubbed off into his general life. It's difficult for him to connect to other people for more than just a few brief words and mild small talk, but he doesn't take notice to it. He's never really been in love, not since he was a young teenager, and the feeling was lost a long time ago.

Ezekiel is a fast paced and fast thinking individual, another trait he obtained from working as a healer. If you need to save a life, you need to think quick and act quick, and that is his motto. He's known for pacing when he can't get an idea to help a situation, and becomes agitated if someone disturbs him for anything less than help to the problem he's facing.

Finally, he's persistent. He struggles knowing when to just give up and stop, and tries with all his might to do what is generally 'correct'. If a patient is nearly dead, he will continue to try and save him or her until their heartbeat fades away and nothing else can be done.

[update January 16 2014]
Although closed off from the majority of people, he has found a few people he can open up to. Including a new beau, Rivior Sandu.

Rank- Candidate

History-

Ezekiel was born and raised for a small part of his life in Vidalaner, in a small and homey village a few miles from the great lake city. It was a quaint and happy life with a few scares as a tainted flew over head and Sekkaians from Vien's forretress to scare the beast or destroy it. Back then he was a far different person; happy, open, and with a childlike faith in the greater good. Then, the Academy fell, and the tainted legion took over the land. Ezekiel and his mother and father fled in a caravan to Niyushi, the only safe providence left. They faced few horrors on their way there, very luckily, and arrived at Lihn as the tent city was beginning to be erected.

That was were he lived for the rest of his life. Now fear filled and worried, Ezekiel and his family adjusted to the new way of living, meeting people from all over Sekkai who had fled their homes for the greater safety of Lihn. There, Ezekiel at the age of 16 had met an Assarian girl around his age, Naraia. She was struggling to learn English, being raised in a tribe who had their own tongue. He began to help her, and they grew a strong bond. Many would say 16 is still too young to feel love, but Ezekiel and Naraia truly felt as though there were in love.

Then a tragedy struck. A rogue rosemary taint snuck past the Sekkaian guards, starting a small rampage through the tent city. Everyone the beast bit became infected and fell ill, and the taint had time to snap its jaws around half a dozen people, killing a dozen more before a Sekkaian came and annihilate it. Ezekiels father was killed, torn in half and strewn across the tents while his mother had been bitten and was taken to the infirmary. Ezekiel decided then and there he wanted to become a healer, pushing every other thought from his mind. He shelled up from everyone but the healers who taught him and from his dying mother. He tried so hard to keep her alive, but as the venom spread, his mother became paralyzed and more sick until she finally died.

After that, he stayed in the infirmary tent, ignoring Naraia when she came to him. Heartbroken Naraia abandoned him and he grew a thicker shell, throwing himself further into his work. He grew and his personality changed, becoming overly emotional to his patients. It took a year until he truly shut out the emotion from his work and regarded the dead as a loss and the living as a save, and no more. He grew colder still, but was a good healer. As he got older he became more respected in the infirmary tent, although was still beneath those with rosemary dragons, who had learned from the Academy.

Once the tainted legion was defeated and the land reclaimed by Sekkaians, the tent city began to shrink as people moved back to their homes lost over ten years ago. The infirmary tent found less people and less work and Ezekiel found himself at a loss. He looked to the healers with dragons who were returning to the academy, their services no longer needed, when he was struck with an idea; Why not go to the Academy? He would try for a dragon, and if he was denied a bonding, he would plead to be allowed to work in the infirmary at the very least.

[update January 16 2014]
His time in the academy proved beneficial to a growing hunger of knowledge, learning new practices and medications. Although without a dragon, he still thinks himself useful to the other more advanced healers, and took his job with much pride. After an incident where a boy named Rivior ended up with a concussion, Ezekiel began to hover over the boy, finding more injuries and ailemnts, some of which were not visible on the surface. A bud of unintended romance bloomed between the pair, who know are practically as inseparable as dragon and rider.

In the cold winter following their start of romance, Ezekiel found himself kidnapped by the gang who Rivior had once been associated with, tortured for information he didn't possess. Rivior came to his rescue, but he was not without injury. After a few days, he returned to working, although his and Riviors relationship was much stronger now.

[Updated May 5th 2015; Late]
In the Spring following the harsh winter, the eggs on the sands began to harden and hatch, and Ezekiel found his new partner. The water dragon rubbed him in all the wrong ways, but as it was his duty to Sekkai, and because he was now bound into this relationship, he has been trying his hardest to make it work. Her ambitions are far more violent than his own, but he tried to keep her appetite for domination. And tried to stop her from killing the other hatchlings as well.

Pet(s)-

Female Fire Phoenix -- Darling

Appearance:

Typical for a fire phoenix, Darling is a mid sized bird with long, tapered wings and a graceful, arching neck. Her plumage is light in color, going from yellow orange to yellow ochre with shades of deeper reds and oranges at the tip of her wings, tail and head crest. Her crest is impressive when standing up, and falls back almost like hair when its down. The three largest head feathers bear black and red false eyes, as do her two longest tail strands. Her beak is obsidian black as are her leg scales and claws. Her eyes are amber-gold with wide pupils for absorbing all she sees.


Personality: Inquisitive, Curious, Quiet

The Dragon

Name- Xeroch

Age- 2 Years

Gender- Female

Element- Water

Appearance-
Posted Image
Voice Claim - Suzanne Pleshette as Zira

Length: At Full Growth 98 feet long, 15 feet at the shoulder

Xeroch is violently strange for a water dragon. she has the length and magical abilities, but it seems that is where the similarities cease. Her length is coated in thick, unusual plates, similar to an insects, and her legs are segmented and tapering into thin, dexterous fingers. From behind a magnificent crest down to her tail she maintains an impressive set of thick spines, hammer in shape, until you reach the very tip of her length. Her tail ends in a tri-claw, similar to that of the garden variety of an ice dragon, however less mobile. It has simple hinge action and very little muscle, so while it could probably grasp a human or dire, anything stronger than a very insistent bonasus could work its way free. However, one should not underestimate its mobility, as it too is made of the same thick plating as the rest of her hide and can be utilized as a mace. Her thin tail makes it perfect for whip cracking, and the end holds a heavy piece of artillery.

Her face is by far one of the most unique aspects of her body. Xerochs snout is blunt, rounded off at the very end with nostril flares built like the hammer-like spines on her back. Each hammer shaped nostril has two holes that glow an ethereal green (much like the rest of her openings between her shell). The topmost nostril detects scent, while the bottom set detects heat, in the case of blindness. Her eyes are small and beady, green like the rest of her glowing parts, with pupils slightly darker than the rest so that her eye seems to hold no life. The maw of this beasty holds many teeth, although can't open as wide as some of her more serpentine brethren. At full growth, she can easily fit a larger human in her mouth, but when fighting another dragon or thick creatures, she leaves little more than cookie-cutter-shark-like imprints, tearing away at the flesh rather than ripping it open. Within her mouth, however, is a pharyngeal jaw. It can strike as fast she herself can, and although its smaller than even her normal jaws, it can provide a violently difficult grip.

Atop her head is a unique, wide crest. Spines decorate its top and shoot out from the sides, and it maintains bioluminescent spots. Similar spots are found along her jawline, and in between the plates on the side of her body. At the point where her skull meets her neck, a portion of her throat is adorned with a flap of wrinkled skin. This pouch is actually a bit of storage, holding a weak toxin mixed with water that she can spray out at violently fast precision. As she ages, she may even be able to spit it out at a speed high enough to cut flesh and bone, but she is currently far from achieving that goal.

Lastly her wide wings do not maintain the normal 4 digit spread. Rather the top of her wing ends in a pair of digits and one, long digit that holds the leather of her wing to her body. Where her wing meets shoulder she has a strange fan of tendrils. They are not mobile, but then are cartilaginous with thick leather like hide giving them their unique shape.

Personality-
Imperious, Vain, Power-hungry

Hatching post
Quote:
 


In the center of the sands, something stirred, wakening slowly and sluggishly. It had been unaware of the tumultuous explosion of the Toxic egg, oblivious to the ensuing chaos and panic that had sent the paradise into a tizzy. While healers still rushed about and its brothers and sisters freed themselves, earth and air and ice alike, this small egg had remained dormant, secret in fact. Not all the parents were in attendance, it appeared, for Kazuko had a long-standing rule that she would care for whatever eggs went untouched. This one in particular had been secreted away, hidden from the light and sound beneath a soft mound of feathers that only now was beginning to tremble.

Even while few could see the delicate shivers that were shaking the seemingly innocuous mound of fluff, another egg was moving with much more fervor. A Water egg was juttering wildly in place, angry and impatient shrieks shivering wildly from within, the anger of which caused those nearby to back up in alarm. Unbeknownst to others, the two eggs were locked in a struggle to see who would hatch first, the Water loud and vengeful while the other egg was far more precise and quiet. It came as a small surprise, then, when the feathers abruptly stopped shaking, the tiniest of audible cracks resounding from within. The Water egg continued its jealous tirade, oblivious to the emergence of its sibling.

The fluffy down fell back like a waterfall as the hatchling beneath straightened, gradually becoming taller and taller until it seemed to stand at an impossible height, feathers still streaming off of it. It was an Air, delicately balanced upon impossibly long legs, almost like a pair of stilts, standing with unerring grace and ease as it surveyed its domain. It, no, he, was an undeniably handsome creature, covered in plush white-and-dove-grey down that he shook imperiously, getting rid of the last clinging bits of egg goo. He knew that he was in charge now, he was the victor, his face, set with a fiery mask, snapping about to glare at the Water egg just as a sliver of shell went popping off, a triumphant yowl resounding from within. The Air clicked his beak in agitation, ears flattening back, feathery black crest flaring as the Water threw itself at the tiny hole, cracks spiderwebbing out before the shell simply crumbled, spilling forth a dark and sleek creature.

The Water shook herself violently, snarling at the shards of shell that clung to her glimmering, oily scales. She was a stunning Water, covered with plates and scales alike, dark and deep, glimmering with an oily sheen that seemed to take on a greenish hue in the light of the Hatching Grounds. A trio of spinous processes flanked each wing, looking almost inorganic in nature, a massive and ornate crest sweeping back from her heavy head in place of horns. Her Toxic parentage was obvious in the soft, blue-green lights that winked and twinkled beneath the sturdy carapace that lined the top of her neck, body, and tail. She was as intimidating as she was beautiful, practically oozing powerful and defiance as she fixed the Air with a withering glare, obviously disturbed that he had dared to hatch before her.

The Air, in his defense, did not back down. While she was powerful and heavily-armored, he was tall and no doubt swift, stomping his feet with undeniable strength as they stared each other down. The first to break was the Water, a roar of challenge echoing from her jaws as she rushed forward, moving surprisingly quickly, swinging her armoured skull at the Air, who simply leapt up in reply, the Water passing harmlessly beneath him. His beak seemed to be set in a derisive sneer as his sister swung around for another try, though this time he did not bother to dodge, simply stepping up onto her head. The Water, alarmed, began to shake herself back and forth but it was too late, a few well-placed stomps disorienting her long enough for the Air to stride off, victorious without actually having injured his watery brethren, and race towards the Candidates.

--

It had taken the Water awhile to regain her footing, shaking her muzzy head to clear out the persistent fog that was clinging to the corners of her mind. While she had initiated the argument she had most certainly not been the one to finish it, much to her ire and distaste. Her hazy vision had managed to clear only as the stilt-legged Air had ambled away to find his, a deep, resonating hiss welling in her chest, glossy black lips pulling back to reveal translucent fangs. If ever one deserved her vengeance it was he, the pretentious ball of useless fluff and legs. He was the one who had shamed her so, the Water continuing to snarl to herself and sinking low into the mire of her nest, brooding and patching up her own ego before she dared venture out, obviously spiteful to the point where she did not want to even bother to find her bonded until she felt suitably prideful once more.

She cared little for the ominous clouds bunching in the sky, ignoring the darkness that was spreading above, threatening to consume the warmth and serenity of the Hatching grounds. The other hatchlings were likewise unworthy of her attention, the sleek dragoness almost completely submerged, only her crest and nose protusions visible about the murky water she was coiled within. The tragedy of the Fire egg was beneath her, ignorant of the more fortuitous hatchings, only gurgling faintly at the calamitous death of the Razor by his brother's hand. Though she did not admit it aloud, she was glad the smaller creature had been put out of its suffering, spared even its short-lived torment. She, appeared, was not quite so unfeeling a monster as her hatchmate, though she would never admit it.

Gurgling faintly she finally decided it was time to free herself, rising slowly from her stagnating pool, water streaming off her plates and spines in glistening rivulets that seemed to capture and reflect the swirling snow above. She took only a moment to glance dismissively up, only the faint, brief gleam of eyes hidden beneath her carapace blinking to life before vanishing once more. The lights lining her sides pulsed as she began to stride elegantly forward, head held high and proud. Her already glossy plating practically gleamed now that it was wet, individual snowflakes visible in the reflection, casting her hide in a strange mix of white and green-black. She was the center of attention now and she knew it, rattling her shoulder spines together and strutting before those lower lifeforms. She was the best here and they all should know it.

It was right as she was striding before the Earth egg that it suddenly leapt and twitched, rolling off of the precarious perch it had been balanced on and thundering towards her, rolling violently end over end. The Water scarcely had time to react, only managing to throw down a protective shoulder before the shell struck her, both immediately sent flying in opposite directions. The sleek dragonness screamed in anger, thrown a good couple feet away, disentangling herself from her limbs and spinning about to fix the Earth egg with a bloodthirsty glare. The impact had been what the shell had needed, though, a particularly rotund and bright Earth standing shakily out of the ruin, shaking herself slowly, obviously more confused by the sudden turn of events than anything.

She had only a moment to register what was happening before the Water was atop her, slashing and biting, snarling as she fought to locate a crack or crevice she could dig her dangerous spines into. The Earth wailed piteously, trying desperately to shake her sister off, but to little avail. Armoured as she was, the Water was beginning to do real damage, glistening drops of ruby-red blood flicking into the air and spattering those nearby. The Water had been worked into an almighty fury, her high-pitched howls echoing throughout the glassy dome as she finally managed to get a good grip on the Earth and pulled, her boulder-like sibling kreeling as a huge rent was torn in her stubby wings and one of her bright purple facets peeled away, leaving raw and bloody skin open to the rapidly chilling air. Thankfully the move had been enough to send the Water flying, along with the considerable chunk of her sister, the sinewy beast tumbling away, prize still clutched in her blood flecked jaws.

The Earth was wailing piteously, rolling about in tight circles, obviously in pain but unwilling to allow any to touch her while the Water stood nearby, admiring her work, a snarl still set on her jaws. The damage had been done though and the darker hatchling turned and began to stalk towards the Candidates, sense of pride rapidly dwindling. The Earth had not deserved quite so much of her ire; that was something best saved for her twiggy brother. Even so, she did not regret her actions. The others had to learn that it was she who was in charge, not them. Rustling her wings and shaking her spines, she began to imperiously gaze over those who remained, the lights that bedecked her shadowy hide now glittering bright and pure, even her eyes seeming to flicker back into existence after the thrill of the brawl.

A low hiss began to bubble as she suddenly recognized her bonded and, more importantly, notice him fraternizing. With someone. Who wasn't her. The hiss rising in pitch as she stalked closer, the Water decided to this time take a different approach: intimidation. She approached the boy slowly, moves slow and sinuous as she stepped up to him and began to circle, winding her way tighter and tighter until she was coiled about his legs, lips still flicking in a faint snarl. "Ah, my dearest, my heart of hearts," she crooned, voice surprisingly smooth and soft as she pressed her sleek form against Ezekiel, "I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. So unkind of me, truly," she clucked, shaking her head slowly, ornate crest nearly whacking her newly found rider a few times. "But fear not, now. I have put the usurpers in their place. You glorious queen, Xeroch, is here. May our reign last forever."

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(Water Lemnoriea x Toxic Septys)
Imperious, Vain, Power-hungry
Ezekiel, 23, male (Kialish)[/align]


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